“Holy shit, Blaine. That sure fits like a glove,” Kurt’s eyes were popping out of his head, taking in the sight of the form-fitting spandex suit on Blaine.

“Mm, you like it?” Blaine turned around, swishing his hips back and forth a few times.

Kurt gulped, “I think you make a better Superman than Clark Kent does.”

Blaine walked over to his bed where Kurt was sitting, with his legs crossed and his hands placed strategically over his lap.

“And I think you make a better Louis Lane than Lois Lane does,” Blaine winked, sitting down next to Kurt and placing a hand on his thigh.

Neither boy was sure when they had agreed to do this, but it was going well, so far-the whole dress-up thing. They were both actors, so it was fun for them to get into costume and play a character.

“Well, I don’t know,” Kurt said, his breath a little higher and more air-y than usual, “I think I still might need some rescuing.”

Blaine stood and picked Kurt up, letting Kurt wrap his legs around Blaine’s torso, walking across the room and pressing Kurt’s back against the door.

“No need to worry, you’re safe with me,” Blaine said quietly as he tilted his head up and pressed their lips together.

Kurt slid his tongue into Blaine’s mouth, where it was greeted eagerly with Blaine’s own.

Blaine let his hands work over the curve of Kurt’s ass, gripping him through the dress pants that he wore, and began to rock his hips up into Kurt’s.

“You let me know what you need me to do,” Blaine said, his voice low in Kurt’s ear.

“More,” Kurt commanded, his arms laying lazily over Blaine’s shoulders, his head falling back and hitting the door with a soft clunck.

His head resting on Kurt’s collar bone, his focus on the rhythm of his hips, Blaine moved faster.

Kurt moaned a strangled sound, “Bed, please.”

Blaine carried both of their weight back across the room, letting Kurt stand while he laid down on the bed. Kurt climbed on top of him, straddling his hips, pushing their bodies together in a steady motion. He lowered himself so he was laying on top of Blaine, pushing their lips together, hot and fast and wet.

There was a rustling noise, and Kurt looked up to see Blaine reaching into the drawer of the night-stand, fumbling around and pulling out a bottle of lube.

Kurt stood up on the bed, quickly stripping off his pants and unbuttoning his shirt, and Blaine was desperately squirming out of the costume underneath him.

“Wait a second!” Kurt leaned over and grabbed Blaine’s glasses from the night stand, pushing them up Blaine’s nose, “Out of the costume, you’re Clark Kent. Clark wears glasses, and so will you.”

Blaine raised an eyebrow, admiring Kurt as he laid back down on top of him, crashing their mouths together as he did so.

There was a soft pop, and Kurt knew that Blaine was coating his fingers, his theory proven true when Blaine’s hand was cupping the cheek of his ass, his fingers circling Kurt’s entrance.

Kurt pushed back, and Blaine took the signal, slipping two fingers inside, eliciting a low moan from Kurt.

Blaine worked his fingers in an out for a few minutes, until Kurt broke away from their kissing, out of breath, and his forehead glistening.

“I’m  ready.”

Kurt sat up again, reaching down and stroking his cock while Blaine hurriedly coated his own with lube.

“Okay,” Blaine said, and Kurt splayed his hands over Blaine’s stomach for support as he lifted his ass up a few inches.

Blaine lined the head of his cock up with Kurt’s entrance, and let Kurt sink down, slowly, until he was sitting on Blaine’s hips again.

“Tell me when,” Blaine moved his hands to grip Kurt’s thighs.

Kurt leaned forward, his elbows resting on either side of Blaine’s head, and worked his mouth over Blaine’s neck, “Now.”

Blaine started moving, his head to the side so Kurt had better access to his neck.

Kurt was moaning, his kissing becoming more sloppy, his tongue leaving shiny, wet spots all over Blaine’s neck and jaw.

Blaine’s hands were firm on Kurt’s hips, his pace becoming less steady with every thrust that Kurt was rocking back into.

“Are you close?” Kurt asked, out of breath.

Blaine nodded and slid out of Kurt, who winced slightly, but his was mouth over the length of Blaine’s erection in one swift movement. Blaine let out a choked sob, the heat of Kurt’s throat sending him over the edge, spilling into Kurt’s mouth, who swallowed around him.

Kurt let Blaine come down from the high, laying down on his side next to him.

Blaine reached down and took Kurt’s cock in his hand, pumping his fist over it, “This good?”

“Mhm,” Kurt was panting, lifting his head up so he could kiss Blaine.

His breathing became unsteady as he felt a knot deep in his chest, his mouth unable to close and his eyes shutting tightly.

Kurt came with a loud moan over Blaine’s hand and stomach, opening his eyes in time to watch Blaine lick his hand clean, and then wipe his stomach with his hand, licking that clean, too.

Blaine grabbed the blanket at their feet, draping it over them and wrapping his arms around Kurt, pulling him close.

“That was the best idea we’ve ever had,” Kurt said, nestling his head under Blaine’s chin.

Blaine laughed, his chest vibrating around Kurt, “Next time, though…you’re in the spandex suit.”